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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I'm kinda feeling really sad tonight. It feels like every time I'm happy, every time, it's only a fleeting feeling, a passing emotion.

Why do you think that is?

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